Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Prickly, Ticklish Grass

I couldn't believe it when room 12 was told to got outside and lie down on the prickly, ticklish grass. I looked up at the billowy clouds and I was so hot that I couldn't feel my skin. Screeching seagulls were loudly crying and I couldn't hear anything else. That day, the gentle whispering wind was floating in the peaceful sky.
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  1. Miss LavakulaMarch 30, 2010 at 12:18 PM

    Wow Asena,
    Your recount of your outside experience is so fantastic to read. The words and sentences you have used are great. I can see you've been working hard and trying your best in class. Keep it up!

    From Miss Lavakula

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